The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2087

"Since you two are innocent, then just wait for Stinger's confession," Arabella didn't even wait for

further discussion; she promptly ended the call.

Bernard and Cornelia were taken aback by their granddaughter's decisiveness.

"Bella, why do you think the Stinger is connected to the clinic fire from back in the day?" Cornelia

couldn't help but ask.

"There are a few leads that match up. Don't worry, Grandpa and Grandma, I know my aunt and uncle

are in a tight spot. I'll get to the bottom of this as soon as possible and hand over the culprit to them,"

Arabella assured, showing her mature side.

"Alright. Just don't overwork yourself, dear. If there's anything we can do to help, just say the word,"

Cornelia said with affection.

"Will do."

Meanwhile.

When Serena woke up, she found a message from Martin saying there was this amazing breakfast

place nearby, but it had a one-hour wait, and he wanted her to sleep in until she read his note.

Other than Martin's, there were no new messages on her phone.

She felt a twinge of panic, mixed with irritation. By now, that person should have reached Baradocia.

They had a system: if he sent a message in their agreed-upon format, it meant he had safely arrived

abroad, and she didn't need to reply.

But it was already nine in the morning.

Just then, the door to her room swung open. "Martin? You're back already? I thought you had to wait in

line for an hour."

Her sentence was cut short when she saw it wasn't Martin who entered, but Fitch, and she was

immediately overcome with a bad feeling. Instinctively, she reached for her phone to call Martin.

Fitch strode up to her in a few quick steps, grabbed her throat, and demanded, "The car accident—did

you set it up?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Serena tried to pry his hands off, but his grip was too strong to

resist. "Let go, what are you doing."

"Speak now, or I'll snap your neck," Fitch threatened, tightening his grip.

Her face turned beet red, struggling for air. Desperate, she clawed at Fitch's hands. Her vision was

dimming, she was on the verge of passing out. "I'll tell you, just let go."

Finally, Fitch eased his hold.

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again.

"Fitch, you're insane." She was gasping for breath, her head spinning, her vision blurring, "Help."